After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 18 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (18)

"Su Xiu, come here and sit down, and take a look at this table of delicious food."

The woman smiled like a flower, and held a piece of pure white soft pastry with silver chopsticks and placed it on the opposite plate.

Cen Yao sat down on the stool opposite Ding Bao, and then took out a pair of neatly wrapped chopsticks from the lunch box.

He didn't touch the cake that Ding Bao gave him, but just ate a few bites of the porridge in front of him.

"The people in the palace have changed their sex, and the food has become so rich."

As he spoke, Ding Bao looked up at Cen Yao who was sitting across from him, his slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was some suspicion in his eyes.

"I just said yesterday that the food is not good, so I changed it today. Is it because of you?"

Cen Yao paused slightly with his hand holding the chopsticks, his expression pale.

He looked at Ding Bao and saw a bright smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Is it because you are a lucky star? Anything you say can make your wish come true?"

Cen Yao pursed his lips and smiled.

"My sister really likes to joke."

His sister shouting now is fluent.

Every time Ding Bao heard it, his heart trembled.

This Cen Yao's appearance as a woman is really penetrating. If she hadn't had cheating tricks, she would never have imagined that the person sitting opposite her was a real man.

hiss.
He doesn't have any eccentricities, does he?
Ding Bao bit his chopsticks and thought wildly.

It was still early after dinner, Ding Bao squatted under the bed, pulling out the baby he brought out from the palace.

Seeing this, Cen Yao fixed his black eyes on the bag of gold and silver on the ground.

He searched and found nothing here.

Opening the package, the tinkling fine things inside were scattered, and there was also a pair of the Four Treasures of the Study made of jade.

Ding Bao took out this set of things and placed them on the table where he ate, and then carefully wrapped up the rest of the treasures and put them away.

Watching the woman's every move, Cen Yao stood aside, his eyes full of apprehension.

Why is a daughter of a noble family so greedy for money?

He still hasn't figured this out.

It stands to reason that although there are many internal affairs in the family, money and things are definitely indispensable.

I don't know how this woman gave birth to such a greedy temperament of a small people.

Ding Bao on the other side vaguely felt the sizing eyes from behind, and he didn't care, and continued to work on the matter at hand.

"Su Xiu, go get me some ink polishing water."

Cen Yao didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked towards the well.

There was a dilapidated small wooden barrel, and Ding Bao used the water in it for daily washing. The imperial mausoleum stood in the middle of the mountain, and the water in this naturally formed well was clean and clear.

After fetching water, Cen Yao was just about to turn around and leave when he inadvertently lowered his eyes and saw a painting vaguely sketched on the dusty soil on the ground.

He moved away and took a closer look. It was obvious that the painting was randomly drawn with a wooden stick and brushed carelessly.

Although the picture is no longer clear, it can still be vaguely seen that this is a man.

The lines are simple, plus it has been destroyed, it is definitely impossible to see who it looks like.

No one has set foot here for more than ten years, and the only person who draws the painting must be Concubine Zhuang.

What kind of man is worthy of Concubine Zhuang thinking about it day and night after entering the imperial mausoleum?
In a place where no one is around, Cen Yao doesn't need to pretend, showing his usual indifferent appearance. Looking at this painting again, he raised his foot and took a step on it, walking back with a sullen face.

In the wooden house, Ding Bao was sitting at the table, rubbing the jade-cast and gold-encrusted wolf hair brush in his hand, his eyes were full of obsession.

(End of this chapter)